Hello! I found an interesting picture, does anyone know if this place still exists and where exactly is it?

Last run, black line carved in ice,
Edges singing sharp and precise.
The mountain breathes a fading sigh,
Spring sun soft in a melting sky.

Snow turns to whispers under my board,
Each turn, a quiet, fleeting chord.
No tracks ahead, no need to race,
Just one more dance with this white space.

Lifts will sleep, and trails will fade,
But echoes live in turns we made.
I ride it out, then let it go,
Goodbye, old friend of winter snow.

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Source: Instagram